“ There are the beggars and there are the Chuzos. If you're poor, you might still be able to afford some amazing late night snacks from this Jackson Heights hidden gem Colombian food heaven. If you're less poor, one of the "Chuzos" rather than the beggars, then you can really spoil yourself at LCYAM. It's probably one of the most underrated food and drink spots in all of New York City. It's that good. What to get: Chorizo is the star of the show, but the Guava drink (in juice, not milk) and other drinks are authentic and great, and the Chuzos, basically kebabs, are excellent too. What else: If you have a big Chuzo, call me. Jackson Heights is one of the wildest places in North America. There are drugs being dealt openly, restaurants from every corner of the world block after block, one of the biggest concentrations of Indians and Pakistanis and Colombians and Latinos in general anywhere in USA, hookers lining the streets (most of them have boy parts, don't ask me how I know), and plenty of violence, fist fights, stabbings and shootings. It's also my favourite neighbourhood in the USA. Go figure. All along Roosevelt Avenue you will see this craziness after the sun goes down, most nights of the week but especially Fri and Sat, continuing until 3 or 4am, if not longer. Los Chuzos feeds all of the heathens and insomniacs, party animals and drag queens, drug dealers and taxi drivers, and mostly, the Colombians and wannabe Colombians (like me). Colombian food is heaven, and nothing moreso than the juicy, enormous, incredible sausage sold here as "Chorizo", and the yummy steak kebabs called "Chuzos." You must really try one of each and discover what heaven is. To wash them down, get the authentic Colombian juice drinks (Jugos), any tropical fruit flavour you can imagine, although my fave is the Guava. Lovely service from both the guy and the girl. Inside it's very claustrophobic and full of drunk people and Latino people (not that the two are mutually exclusive). You won't be able to breathe, but you'll be sustained by the smell of those Chuzos and Chorizos grilling, and then as it drips all over your skimpy clothes (if you dress like me) you'll wish that you had been born and raised in Medellin or Bogota or Barranquilla or Cali... and I'm not talking about California. James Rodriguez himself would fall in love with this place. So would Shakira and Carlos Valderrama. So should you. Undiscovered heaven. Get over to Jackson Heights and feast. Remember, Colombian food didn't Chuzos... we chose Colombian food. ”